Coin Locker Girl Page #3
- Year:
- 2015
- 110 min
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F*** you!
Damn it...
- Check it.
- Yes, sir.
F***...
I'll put him to sleep.
Prove yourself...
Prove you're still useful.
Mom...
Please...
Please...
Did you get to her?
Mom...
Don't...
Stop...
No... No...
To the van.
Get the ice box and morphine.
We'll open him right away.
It won't hurt after your muscles relax.
Mom...
What are you waiting for?
- I'll do it.
- Call Chido.
Don't be emotional. Think of the others...
Are you teaching me?
Wu-hee!
What are you doing?
Do you have to do this?
We're family.
Family?
Are you my family?
Go get Hongju.
Hey...
Get out!
Get up, you whores!
Hurry up!
Hurry!
Speed it up, b*tches.
Rush it!
- I don't want to go!
- Shut up!
- Please let me make just one call.
- Shut the f*** up and get in!
Il-young, over here...
What a pretty dress.
But why so shitty?
I told you not to push it.
Gosh... Il-young...
Yes, Mom.
It's me. I still don't understand.
Let me ask again.
Why are you doing this?
I sort of get it...
And then I don't...
Stupid b*tch!
So long.
One step closer and
this f***er is a blind man!
- Don't come near!
- I dare you! Damn it!
Stay away!
Catch that crazy b*tch!
Stop!
Stop!
Give it up.
Let's go.
Give it up.
I'm hungry...
Chido
Mom! F***... F***!
Goddamnit!
I'll tear that f***ing b*tch to pieces.
Il-young didn't go to Japan.
Before I say anything,
don't think
or do anything.
We have guests.
I'm eating this in a long time.
It's pretty good.
Did you commemorate your late mother?
Cut the crap.
What do you want?
Was it serious enough to come here?
Last night's event?
Come on, Mom...
We've been hearing things.
Chido said you've been acting strange.
We came to check on you,
because we were worried.
I see.
Worried...
I'm flattered.
But...
Mind your own business.
Let's just do our business well.
By the way, Chido unleashed a dog.
He called Tak, the one
with a wound on his face.
Must be growing old. You talk too much.
Kill one of Mom's.
I'll clear your debts and give you $30M.
- Chido.
Il-young
Il-young called?
Il-young called you?
Crazy son of a b*tch, stop it.
Didn't you hear Mom?
She said do nothing.
Il-young
tried to kill Hongju.
So...
Hongju
will be the first to kill Il-young.
If you help Il-young,
I'll kill you, too.
Hello?
Who?
What uncle?
There's no uncle.
Damn it, you've got the wrong number!
I said there's no uncle, shithead!
See!
Going somewhere?
I was just...
- Did our clients visit today?
- Yes.
What about Gon? Still not home?
Stupid bastard.
Gon is gone, Hongju is a dumbass.
You also know that Mom is growing old.
All we have is you now.
Think hard.
This could be the end of us.
Ssong wants to see you at the batting cage.
Don't come back.
I don't want any trouble.
Sorry.
Your fish cakes were good.
Came alone?
Want something to drink?
I'm okay.
I didn't have anything to serve anyway.
Mom.
This eye might go blind.
Is that so?
That's it?
My eye is f***ed up, but you don't care?
Damn it!
My eye and my dead boys...
How are you going to pay?
Okay, let's do the math.
Your peeper.
Your boys' coffins,
money I borrowed with interest.
Will this do?
And!
- Il-young that f***ing b*tch...
- Taking you in and
raising you as a little kid.
Helping your new business
and cleaning up your mess.
- Subtract it and...
- Mom, what are you doing?
Il-young.
I told you to send her away unharmed.
That f***ing b*tch first...!
Failing to do what I asked.
No money?
Pay with your body.
What are you doing?
Sorry, Boss.
F***ing bastard!
Don't talk about money in front of me.
Enough.
Mom...
I'm also...
- No use in cutting him open.
- One of yours...
What kind of
mom are you?
Who's second in line?
Now you're the boss. Behave.
Yes.
What about Il-young?
Her cell is turned off.
I'm at Guweol-dong.
We need a surgery.
Yeah.
One cornea.
Anything to drink?
Uncle.
Manageable without a few fingers?
Don't be nervous.
Just one question.
You know Il-young?
- Mom's b*tch.
- Well... I never heard of her.
Really?
Losing a hand might
help you remember.
Closed
Ssong.
Hongju.
Hongju will kill Il-young.
Il-young is bad, really bad.
Hongju will kill Il-young!
Il-young was bad to Hongju.
So Hongju will kill Il-young.
Il-young did something very, very wrong!
That's why Hongju is killing Il-young.
Die!
Il-young ditched Hongju!
Il-young tried to kill Hongju!
Hongju isn't stupid!
Hongju will kill Il-young!
I don't want to fight you.
Hongju... Please, stop!
Hongju likes Il-young,
but Il-young hates Hongju.
- So Hongju hates Il-young.
- Hongju...
I hate you so much!
Took your pills?
Gon!
Stop it!
Son of a...
Gon wants to kill Hongju, too?
No! Calm down, shithead!
Hongju will kill you all!
Get a hold of yourself!
Don't come...
Shut up!
Don't' speak. Let's go to the hospital.
Il-young, help me.
It hurts badly...
Pull this out...
And I'll be better.
You idiot!
Cut the crap.
All we need is a doctor!
- I...
- Don't speak!
Let's go to the hospital, please!
I want to
pull it out...
But I'm scared.
I'm sorry.
Don't hate Mom.
This is why you should never
order with coupons.
Bastards, we're their regular
customers and what's this?
If you talk while you eat,
food will come out.
So you shouldn't talk while you eat.
Hey, nothing came out.
Acting all clean, huh?
Dirty... Really dirty...
You little...!
- Want some more?
- No, thanks.
What?
Nothing... I'm trying to fix the aperture.
How long did we use that piece of junk?
- We should buy a new one.
- Stop talking!
- Not working?
- You're hopeless.
- I'm done.
- Shut up.
Should have stayed.
Shouldn't have gone out.
Shouldn't have gone out.
What do you want?
What can I do?
Should have died here.
What do you want from me!
- Should have died here.
- Shut up!
That's what you're thinking...
You wish you were dead.
Shut up, shut up!
Shut up...
Stupid b*tch...
I'm getting out.
I'm getting out.
I'm going home.
Finish it.
It's too easy for you
if you die now...
Mom...
It's me.
Gon and Hongju are dead.
Is that so?
Did you want to
kill me that much?
Am I
no longer useful?
Did you also send Tak
to kill me?
Coming home?
Where else?
Coming to kill me?
Yes.
See you soon.
See you...
I'm no longer useful.
She's the one who f***ed up.
I did the right thing, damn it.
I'm sorry Il-young.
I'm sorry.
Stupid b*tch.
Stupid b*tch...
Mom
Everything's so damn f***ed up.
Ssong
You're here.
Did you eat?
Eat first.
The boy...
What was so special?
I don't know.
He was just...
nice.
They're all dead.
Because of you and me...
I didn't know it would end like this.
But it did.
Is that it?
No more...?
You're here to kill me.
Are you going to or not?
I'll try.
It's do or don't. You shouldn't just try.
Mom!
Once you decide, do it. That's our way.
F***!
Stick to it.
You're not helping when you can.
Il-young.
Smile...
When it's terrible,
it's better to smile.
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